WARNING: TMI

I went to the doctor yesterday to be...checked...

Apparently I am a 1+, 75 % effaced, and baby is "right there" as Heather, my CNM, informed me in a surprised tone (By the way...if you have a male certified nurse midwife, are they called a midwife? What do you call them?? Do they even exist???? Would they be a nurse midhusband?? Or just a male-nurse-who-does-midwifey-things? Or do they go by their other name, nurse practitioner?? Maybe that's it...).

My body liked what it heard, and went into contractions (ouch...) all day (and all night), and I felt nauseated as a consequence...or it could have been an overdose of fresh salsa. Either way, I felt pretty awful. I kept willing my water to break just so I could stop feeling rotten. No luck, as you can tell.

While I was visiting with Heather, she told me if I progress to a 2+, I could go ahead and be induced next week if I wanted. She didn't push it either way. I told her, confidently, that I wasn't in a rush, and the baby could come whenever...after yesterday afternoon/evening, I thought perhaps I was too hasty and overconfident...bleh...

It is comforting to know that at some point it will end. It's not an "if" thing. Thank heaven.

P.S. I found this on a site about the psychological effects of pain...doesn't this look like something else??? Ha ha ha ha! They are so similar...